Luyện nghe bài hát The Tribute To Manila

a blue cross on the tower
is shining over streets
where they are standing and
breakable dolls bodies
she she is twelve years old
and her name is
on her forarm
are some small to see
faces and the call of the flash
40 for a life without choice
when the trip is
and a sober coldness through her body
she has the feeling to set her
from that skin free
so arlene at her arms
a fast cut with the blade
eyes look tired and depressed
unnamed glow in the of nameless
but ghostly faces are still waiting
blow up forever the fat old
I wish to hear a voice shouts
they should be into hell
they should be sent to the

oh arlene cut yourself
no cuts
no danger to no
no more